Page 76 of From the Moment We Met

“This isn’t your car,” Lilly exclaimed. “You’re stealing cars now?”

“At least you’re an amusing drunk. I own more than one vehicle, Lilly.”

“Of course, you do. You’re a huge movie star who fucks huge movie stars,” Lilly grumbled, more to herself than the other occupants of the car.

Sabina slid into the back seat, patting Lilly on the shoulder. “Glad you got here when you did, Jacob, she was threatening to shave her head, get a tattoo, and join a motorcycle club. Her gang name was going to Yank Ninja Express.”

Jacob and Sabina exchanged a glance, both fighting back laughter at Lilly’s ridiculous drunken escapades.

“Don’t laugh. I’ll do it,” Lilly pouted.

Jacob cupped Lilly’s chin, forcing her to look at him. “Am I going to have to remove all the scissors from your house?”

Lilly smacked his hand away again, huffing in his general direction. “My hair, I can cut it if I want.”

“Yes, you can. But I’m going to recommend a professional stylist instead of going GI Jane on me.” Jacob slid the car into gear and rested his hand on Lilly’s leg, grasping it tighter each time she tried to flick him off.

The drive was quiet, and Jacob dropped Sabina off first. “Thanks for rescuing her. Goodnight, my darling friend.” Sabina leaned over, kissing Lilly on the cheek.

“Goodnight Benedict Arnold,” Lilly grunted.

Jacob pulled back onto the highway, shooting looks at the slightly slumped woman in the seat next to him. The evening certainly hadn’t played out how he hoped, but it gave him an odd sense of satisfaction that she was so upset she had gone out to get drunk, over him.

“It smells like burgers in here,” Lilly muttered, her finger tracing the dash.

“That’s because there are burgers in the backseat.”

“Did you have to leave your date to rescue me? Did you have to get a doggy bag?”

“I wasn’t on a date.”

“Oh, bull cock.”

Jacob sputtered on his laugh. “What?”

“I’m trying to curse less…it’s not working out so well. Why are there burgers in the back?”

“I know you didn’t eat your dinner, and I could barely choke down mine, so I thought we could eat some takeout at your house.”

“You probably poisoned it.”

“Of course, with strychnine, remember? My poison of choice.”

That did it, Lilly tried to hide her face, but he caught the smile flit across her gorgeous mouth.

“What you saw with me and Victoria wasn’t a date—”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Lilly, please. You deserve an explanation.”

Lilly turned in the seat, inebriated enough she didn’t notice her skirt hiked way up her thighs. “I deserve all sorts of things.”

Her statement likely wasn’t sexual, but no one sent that memo to his dick. Jacob tried to look away, it wouldn’t do to take advantage of someone drunk, but her body truly was luscious. The memory of her taste and scent came wafting back to him. She was delicious, and all he wanted was to spend the rest of the night exploring her curves.

“I'll give you anything you want. Just name it, and it’s yours.”

Lilly narrowed her eyes at him. “I wanted you, but you’re with Victoria.”

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